Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

In the void, King Pan stroked the Qi Tian Bao Wheel in his hand, and was reluctant to let it go.

"Everyone in the world says that the Three Creation Treasures are the most powerful innate treasures, but I don't think so. No matter how powerful the Three Creation Treasures are, there are ways to resist them. But the Qitian Treasure Wheel can change a person's cognition, modify the memory of a Daluo Jinxian, and play with people's hearts in the palm of its hand. Such a treasure deserves the title of the first innate treasure."

His gaze was deep, as if he could penetrate time and space, and he saw the group of Master Cihang whose memories had been tampered with by the Qi Tian Bao Lun.

He had long known that Guangchengzi was no ordinary person and that the great elders in the Xuanmen were not just famous for nothing.

To deal with the Chan Sect, one can only start from the human heart. In that case, no matter what Guang Chengzi does, it will be meaningless.

The five great masters of the Chan School, Cihang Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun, Daoxing Tianzun, and Taiyi Zhenren, hated Guangchengzi to the core. Even if Guangchengzi had the ability to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace, it would be difficult to reverse the defeat.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, I will return to you everything you did to me back then."

There was a gleam of cruelty in King Pan's eyes, and the Qi Tian Bao Wheel slowly spun in his hand, emitting a faint glow.

Having found a backer, he was very bold and fearless in doing things, which just made up for the regrets of his previous life.

However, just as King Pan launched a frantic revenge on Yuanshi Tianzun, an earth-shaking event was about to happen in the tunnel.

On Mount Buzhou, Hou Tu Niangniang, Zhou Qing, Di Jiang, and Gong Gong stood on a huge altar with extremely solemn expressions.

Inside the altar, there is a pool of water of merit. This seemingly small pool is enough to hold a large world.

Imagine how much merit would be needed to compress the energy of merit into liquid and then fill a large world.

The Witch Clan is using up all the merits that they have accumulated since the creation of the world.

In this way, the purpose of the Witch Clan is obvious. If the Witch Clan wants to resurrect the rest, they have to fight the Ancestral Witch.

Boom!

At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to sense something. The sky above the altar was covered with thunderclouds and the might of heaven was gathering, as if it was going to destroy Hou Tu Niangniang and those who could defy heaven.

Hou Tu Niangniang is certainly not afraid of the Way of Heaven. She is the spokesperson for the Way of Earth and her status is equal to that of the Way of Heaven.

She raised her head and glanced at the sky, and said in a calm tone: "Daoyou Hongjun, don't forget your promise."

Patriarch Hongjun promised Queen Houtu in Zixiao Palace that he would allow the resurrection of the nine ancient witches.

Of course, Patriarch Hongjun did not regret it. When Queen Hou Tu spoke, the divine power above their heads also dissipated.

The thunderclouds dispersed, the might of heaven faded, and Hou Tu Niangniang's expression remained as calm as water. She knew that the pressure from the way of heaven was just a test, and the promise of Hongjun Patriarch was the key. She turned her head and looked at the several ancestor witches around her, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

"Let's start." Di Jiang said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Gonggong took out twelve drops of purple-black blood.

As soon as these twelve drops of blood appeared in the void, a pure and clean Pangu aura emanated, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the laws of time and space between heaven and earth manifested into entities.

This blood was refined by the ancestor witch Hou Tu from the essence and blood of the twelve witch clans using the Twelve Gods and Demons Dutian Formation.

In the past, the twelve witch ancestors had used their own blood essence to create twelve acquired witch tribes. Now, Hou Tu Niangniang did the opposite, returning the blood essence of these witch tribes to their origin and refining it into the blood essence of the witch ancestors.

From this we can see that even the most powerful people are sometimes pulled by invisible threads and kept moving forward.

Gonggong was very careful and presented these twelve drops of extremely precious blood of the Ancestral Witch to Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was not tempted at all when faced with the blood of the Ancestral Witch.

Ever since he learned the truth about his righteous path, his vision has been opened up all of a sudden. Now, he is too busy to get rid of Pangu, and he is unwilling to be involved in anything related to Pangu.

Thinking about Fang Yang's process of proving the truth, he felt that there was no way forward at all.

The path to attaining the Dao of Hun Yuan can only be taken once and never again. The only thing he can do is to practice as hard as he can and become as strong as possible, hoping that when the opportunity comes, he will be able to seize it.

He clapped his hands, and twelve Dutian Shensha Banners appeared. Twelve drops of blood fell onto the twelve Dutian Shensha Banners respectively.

In fact, it is not difficult to resurrect the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but the difficult part is to condense the true bodies of the Ancestral Witches again.

An ancestor witch without the ancestor witch's true body is not a real ancestor witch at all. Di Jiang has a deep understanding of this.

However, Dijiang had finally gotten rid of Pangu's authentic identity and would definitely not fall into his trap again.

After absorbing the authentic blood essence of the ancestor witch, the patterns of the demon gods on the twelve Dutian Shensha banners became extremely lifelike, as if they were about to transform into real living beings at any time and place.

Zhou Qing nodded in satisfaction when he saw this. He had expected this result.

"Gonggong, the Ancestral Shaman, you are the only Ancestral Shaman in the world. You will be the center of the formation!"

As Gonggong took his position, the entire altar began to emit a rumbling sound, rays of light lit up from the twelve Dutian Shensha banners, and the Twelve Dutian Shensha formation reappeared.

In the center of the formation, Gonggong's figure was particularly conspicuous. He was like the core of the entire formation, controlling all the power.

As the formation operated, the water of merit in the altar began to tumble, as if boiling. The twelve Dutian God and Evil Banners also emitted a deafening roar under the stimulation of this force, and the demon patterns on the banners seemed to break out of the banners.

"The gods and demons of the heavens have reunited in their true form!"

Gonggong's voice echoed above the altar like thunder. He waved his hands violently, and streams of purple-black magic power were injected into the Dutian Shensha Banner.

With the blessing of Gonggong's magic power, the patterns of the demon gods on the twelve Dutian Shensha banners began to slowly condense and take shape, transforming into twelve huge phantoms, which were exactly the forms of the ancestor witch.

Although it was just a phantom, the aura it exuded was so powerful that it seemed to be able to tear apart the heaven and earth.

"I will use the power of Pangu to make the true bodies of the eleven ancestor witches appear in the world!"

Zhou Qing made a move, pushing the power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array to its peak. The entire altar began to tremble, as if it could not withstand the impact of this force.

As the formation operated, the twelve shadows of the ancestor witches began to solidify, from being vague at first to gradually taking on specific forms and features. Each shadow exuded a different aura, representing the power of an ancestor witch.

Finally, the eleven shadows of the Ancestral Witches completely solidified and turned into eleven lifelike real bodies of the Ancestral Witches. They stood on the altar, each of them exuding a powerful aura that made people's hearts flutter, as if they could control the laws between heaven and earth.

The twelve ancient witches have all returned!